She got into her car without waiting for his response, reversing it awkwardly and driving away. She didn’t stop until she had driven through the village, drawing up then in a lay-by and stopping the car, burying her head against the steering wheel as she fought for self-control. It was a good fifteen minutes before she could bring herself to turn round and drive home.
This time there was no sign of the Land Rover in the drive. Sam greeted her with a warm smile when she went inside, coming into the kitchen to help her unpack the food. She felt so jumpy and tense that she felt sure he must comment on it, but, to her relief, he said nothing.
Вы ознакомились с фрагментом книги.
Приобретайте полный текст книги у нашего партнера: